The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-Chapter 1044 Successful Concert

Rafael gently helped Hera open her light stick, handing her the sky-blue one, and she began swaying to the music, her hand raised gracefully in the air.

Although Rafael hesitated to join in, Zhane, having resolved to follow Hera, opened the golden light stick and handed it to Rafael with a subtle, teasing challenge in his smile.

Rafael couldn’t back down. In the end, he ended up holding two light sticks, one gold, one sky-blue, while Zhane mirrored him with the same colors. Both of them swayed stiffly, trying to match Hera’s rhythm. Seeing this, Hera couldn’t help but laugh softly, though she quickly stifled it, worried that her amusement might clash with the mood of the music or distract Logan.

"Oh my God... his song feels so warm, like it’s aligning with my soul," one fan cried out, her voice breaking as Logan’s music washed over the crowd.

Around her, others swayed gently, some already in tears. They weren’t crying out of sadness, but because the emotions woven into the song struck something deep within them. It felt as though the melody reached straight into their hearts and souls, something rare in modern music.

While upbeat songs were easy to love, few carried the timeless quality of older melodies that lingered long after the final note. Logan’s song was exactly that kind of rarity.

Many fans found themselves tearing up, as if they could see fragments of Logan’s journey unfolding before their eyes, the hardship, the struggle, the quiet endurance it took for him to reach this stage. It felt like watching a living memory: heartbreaking yet hopeful all at once. In his voice, they sensed pain, but also rebirth, as though a phoenix were rising from its own ashes.

The song seemed to tell his story, the singer-songwriter who had endured the harshest treatment from his own family, who had felt like an outsider in the very place meant to be his home.

Yet instead of breaking him, those wounds had fueled his resolve. And now, here he stood before everyone, transformed, and no longer bound by the past, but shining as proof that he had risen above it.

As the melody gradually softened, it felt as though light itself was breaking through the darkness, illuminating him on stage, making him look gentle, hopeful, and undeniably handsome.

"Logan, we love you!" some of the female fans in the stands shouted through tears. Logan glanced their way as he continued strumming his acoustic guitar, a charming smile curving on his lips.

The lights above caught in his silver hair, making it gleam and lending him a mysterious allure that accentuated his best features. It was enough to leave everyone watching utterly spellbound.

Even as Hera listened to the song, she couldn’t stop her lips from curving into a smile. Helping Logan had been one of the best decisions she had ever made. Seeing him standing on that stage gave her a renewed sense of hope, which became a reminder to keep fighting for her own fate and not surrender to the path the world had predetermined for her.

Logan was shining brighter than anyone else in that moment, and to Hera, it was proof that as long as they kept fighting, the world couldn’t truly bind them.

The world’s consciousness might favor Alice and the so-called main characters, pushing them relentlessly toward their destined paths, but Hera and the people around her were no mere paper characters in a book. They were living, breathing humans, capable of choosing, resisting, and deciding how to live their lives.

Logan’s success meant far more to Hera than applause or fame. It stirred something deeper within her, filling her with quiet happiness. She couldn’t even control the wide smile playing on her lips as she watched him.

Unfortunately, Rafael and Zhane, glancing down at her expression, completely misread that smile, mistaking it for the same infatuation that gripped the other female fans, unaware of the far greater meaning it held for Hera.

Rafael pursed his lips before decisively letting go of one of the light sticks. His hand slid to Hera’s knee, giving it a firm squeeze, as if to remind her that he was there, and that she wasn’t allowed to fancy anyone else, like a worried puppy afraid of being abandoned by its owner. Hera snapped back to reality at the touch and turned her head to look at him.

But Zhane wasn’t about to let Rafael have the stage to himself. He released one of his own light sticks and took Hera’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers. His eyes remained fixed on Logan on the stage, yet the faint aura of jealousy radiating from him was unmistakable.

If Hera hadn’t felt it, she might have believed Zhane was effortlessly playing it cool, unlike Rafael, whose possessiveness and jealousy were laid bare for all to see.

She couldn’t help but chuckle, letting them do as they pleased to feel reassured; she even gave their hands a light squeeze before returning her attention to the stage.

After this song, Logan moved into another composition. Unlike the earlier piece, which had sounded like a rebirth, this next song was more upbeat, reflecting his hope for a future filled with good things, a fresh beginning, the love of those around him, and gratitude toward his fans and everyone who had helped him along the way.

In essence, the song was a composition of his thankfulness, and woven subtly within it were his feelings for Hera, gratefulness intertwined with a quietly blossoming crush. To him, she was his light, his muse, though he never openly told her.

Logan silently hoped Hera would sense his feelings. It wasn’t that he expected her to return them; he knew he wasn’t worthy. Still, he wanted to nurture these emotions, for he saw her as his goddess, someone who had given him a second chance at life and the strength to keep moving forward.

Although the second song was upbeat and feel-good, it remained deeply heartwarming, filled with emotion. Each subsequent song was distinct from the last, as if Logan were proclaiming to the world that he was destined to become the undefeated music king, limitless in his potential.

He wasn’t confined by any genre, as he could master them all. To many, it felt like a challenge to every other singer-songwriter.

The audience was amazed, recognizing just how versatile Logan was. Their admiration quickly turned to indignation as they remembered how close he had come to never reaching the stage, almost held back from his debut by Lucas.

They realized how much the music industry would have lost if such a prodigy had been suppressed. As a result, many began to attack Lucas even more fiercely than before.

Everyone in that crowd wanted to give Logan a sense of security, to shield him, and, in a way, to avenge him for all the pain he had endured and the years of bullying he had suffered.

For the entire day, the internet was buzzing about Logan and his songs, which had taken everyone by surprise. At first, some assumed he was simply riding Hera’s fame, but after his concert, the conversation shifted entirely to him, his soulful voice, his handsome features, and his commanding stage presence redefined Logan in the public eye.

As a result, his support and loyal fanbase skyrocketed overnight. The concert was an undeniable success and set the stage for a bright future.

Even the international music associations took notice. They sent representatives to check on Logan, curious whether the online buzz was exaggerated or the truth. And Logan’s rise was in no small part thanks to Hera’s fans.

With her growing international following, many who had seen her piano skills also joined in celebrating Logan. Music enthusiasts who admired Hera for her piano talent discovered Logan through the buzz, and some of them had connections to the music associations. They shared recordings of his concert, which quickly caught international attention and acclaim.

All night long, everyone couldn’t stop talking about Logan, and his songs shot up the charts, not just nationally, but worldwide. Whether it was downloads on Spotify and other music platforms or physical CDs, everything was selling like hotcakes.

The UE’s Music Director was having the time of his life, laughing so hard that his stomach was practically filled with air, letting out little bursts of fart here and there, but he didn’t stop, his laughter continuing unabated, pure joy written all over him.

"Hahaha! I knew it! My little goose is laying golden eggs! We’re rich!" the UE’s Music Director exclaimed, laughing as he stared at the soaring data charts on the backend. Even the marketing and PR departments hadn’t had to lift a finger, because the internet wouldn’t stop talking about Logan.

Their jobs had never felt easier, and they could already practically see their year-end bonuses climbing through the roof thanks to the sales.

After the concert, Hera and her friends headed backstage, while one of her bodyguards dashed outside to buy a bouquet of flowers to congratulate Logan on his performance.